# High then play the intro riff again Listen to the sound of dead men dying March as they flee, but exile bound Their ship once sailed, no longer anchors For gone is the green of their hallowed ground Toast to tears of time's past glory This ageless clock chime stalls Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten To fly where no others have soared... CHORUS Toast to tears of time's past glory This ageless clock chime stalls Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten To fly where no othe (chordiearchive.chordie.com)